[ drippage. right. he’ll get to it. in a minute? sure. so much for multitasking, because apparently all his brain function is diverted to watching keith slide inch by inch by inch, down the length of the popsicle. the thickness is off. keith has some leeway on that. but the length is… comparable. possibly longer, he thinks with some misplaced annoyance. the takeaway lesson here though, is that keith can swallow down something he shouldn’t be able to swallow down, especially with such ease. it’s got to be nudging down his throat, right? there’s no possible way it’s not.
briefly, shiro tears his gaze away from the stretch of those lips and looks to his throat for some indication, some thickening bulge…? he colors wonderfully, eyes rounding as though scandalized by his own thinking. immediately, he looks back to keith’s face and… that’s not much better, because keith’s looking back and…
direct eye contact with nearly the entire popsicle in keith’s mouth -- shiro makes some sort of sound, throaty and high, his grip on the popsicle stick pinching tighter. fucking hell, it’s been way too long if he’s getting turned on by keith sucking on a popsicle. there’s a distinct throb down low, one that has him inwardly panicking over the fact that he has no free hands to adjust. so if keith doesn’t come up for air soon, shiro’s well on his way to embarrassing himself.
but he does come up. just like that. one moment he has the popsicle down his throat and the next, he’s open mouthed an’ panting, lips slick with rainbow syrup. he stares and finds himself wanting to lick his mouth clean. so he does. he doesn’t even hesitate. the thought comes to him and then he’s ducking in, pushing his mouth against keith’s with no amount of finesse.
the kiss is a mess. a little too eager, a little too rushed, shiro thankfully isn’t all tongue, but he does lave keith’s upper lip and then suck on the bottom, greedily chasing the sweetness there. he’s still holding two, dumbly-shaped popsicles though, making the whole ordeal more difficult than it should be and so, he pulls back, releasing keith’s lip before tonguing at his own. a quick swipe to ensure all the syrup is off and then it’s like a switch flips -- his smile turns shy and he laughs self-consciously, desperately trying to play it off. ]
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briefly, shiro tears his gaze away from the stretch of those lips and looks to his throat for some indication, some thickening bulge…? he colors wonderfully, eyes rounding as though scandalized by his own thinking. immediately, he looks back to keith’s face and… that’s not much better, because keith’s looking back and…
direct eye contact with nearly the entire popsicle in keith’s mouth -- shiro makes some sort of sound, throaty and high, his grip on the popsicle stick pinching tighter. fucking hell, it’s been way too long if he’s getting turned on by keith sucking on a popsicle. there’s a distinct throb down low, one that has him inwardly panicking over the fact that he has no free hands to adjust. so if keith doesn’t come up for air soon, shiro’s well on his way to embarrassing himself.
but he does come up. just like that. one moment he has the popsicle down his throat and the next, he’s open mouthed an’ panting, lips slick with rainbow syrup. he stares and finds himself wanting to lick his mouth clean. so he does. he doesn’t even hesitate. the thought comes to him and then he’s ducking in, pushing his mouth against keith’s with no amount of finesse.
the kiss is a mess. a little too eager, a little too rushed, shiro thankfully isn’t all tongue, but he does lave keith’s upper lip and then suck on the bottom, greedily chasing the sweetness there. he’s still holding two, dumbly-shaped popsicles though, making the whole ordeal more difficult than it should be and so, he pulls back, releasing keith’s lip before tonguing at his own. a quick swipe to ensure all the syrup is off and then it’s like a switch flips -- his smile turns shy and he laughs self-consciously, desperately trying to play it off. ]
You’re right. It’s tasty.